Hold On
I cry for life’s sweet innocence
together we survive the winter
shaking death from white summers
aching after a thousand bare rains
our weak love is watched
as inevitable lust always shines through
but you whisper those words to me
using smooth beats
to soothe moments of weak thinking
you are essential to my sanity
as sad tongues pound raw visions
into dreams of hopelessness
and you will smell bloody love
but they cry no true language
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